Gucci Flip Flops (Explicit) - The Game

Lyrics by：Lonnie Liston/Cash Jones (ASCAP)/David Willis/Terry Holloway/Peter O Phillips/Shawn Carter/Nasir Jones/Stanley Benton/Jayceon Taylor

Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle

S**t was all good just a week ago

About to start snitchin'

Ain't you ready to start b***hin'

Ain't you

I forgive you

I forgive you

Hustlin' just ain't you

If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me

2018

What a f**ked-up year for me

Take it back to January

N***a lost his father

Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne's first Carter

With the speakers blarin'

Windows down on my McClaren

See the wheels and it's apparent

This why these f**k n***as starin'

Had a premonition

Parked and got out

Calabasas far

Triple X

Biggie

Pac

N***as kill rappers in cars

That was back in June

I missed out on a couple million

Gotta get back in tune

I wake up

Work out

Hit the studio right after noon

Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school

Don't me put me in no situation where one of us n***as have to lose

'Cause you'll be in a casket soon

Closed tighter than Mac and Tune

Another classic with no Jigga verse

It'll happen soon

Go bar for bar with Jigga

Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

That is not how I die

I seen my death

Seen all you n***as' demise

Folded hands on your chest

Always put my n***as first

They pray for my last breath

Thought I did n***as right

'Til n***as start goin' left

Gucci flip flops

Ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops

N***a

I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops

Hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops

Never switchin' sides on the hood

Gucci flip flops

Still listenin' I want y'all to picture this

Me and you tradin' lives

Now tell me what the difference is

More money

More problems

And more n***as who wanna kill you

More empty Patrón bottles

And I don't condone violence but n***as on phone wildin'

N***as on apps cappin'

Them choppers at full volume

I put money on n***a's books

Got houses out foreclosure

One call'll open fire on n***as and force closure

I'm too O G for this s**t

Built my career off the rock

Memph' Bleek in this b***h

Comin' of Age

Even squashed my beef with Meek for this s**t

Get off the phone

Stop speakin' and s**t

Soon as 12 close the door on you n***as

Mouth leakin' and s**t

Go to jail

Cut a deal

Can't do a week in that b***h

That's why I stay away

Somewhere on a beach with a b***h

Watchin' Narcos

Listenin' to The Weeknd and s**t

And this is not how I die

I seen my death

Seen all you n***as' demise

Folded hands on your chest

Always put my n***as first

They pray for my last breath

Thought I did n***as right

'Til n***as start goin' left

Gucci flip flops

Ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops

N***a

I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops

Hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops

Never switchin' on the hood

Gucci flip flops